Phoebe Hancox
by Phoebe Hancox Previous episode I woke having forgotten the events of the past 24 hours. ‘You awake yet?’ My eyes shot open, and panic set in. It had not been a dream, but rather an ongoing nightmare Though it occurred to me That I did not know the names
Phoebe Hancox
A Serial Poem by Phoebe Hancox Imagine my utter surprise When my dinner began talking to me. ‘Oi Miss!’ it shouted With a thick bogan accent. Talking sardines Were not on my bingo card this year. Though there I was, barefoot in the kitchen, Wondering if I was crazy. ‘Sorry
Geelong Cereal Community
The Geelong Cereal Community's response to our call-out for microfiction has been wonderful. Our heartfelt gratitude and congratulations to everyone who contributed to the premiere edition of Microfiction Mondays. Please enjoy this diverse and memorable collection of shadow- filled reflections, poignant prose, humour, and clever word play.